There was a time I was put in a difficult situation. Well, there have been a few. One time my aunt forced me to eat hot sauce because I cussed at the age of six. When she poured it down my throat and my mouth began to simultaneously burn and tingle I thought I was going to cry. I ran to the bathroom and washed my mouth, then got a glass of milk and sipped it in anguish.
I was a difficult child. Or that's what my parents told me. But, was that a hard time I got through on my own, or did my external counterparts have to push through it?
I remember after about twenty minutes the sensation of hot and numbness had gone away. I was oddly pleased with myself. I could still cuss, because whatever she poured down my throat was only temporary discomfort.
So I kept cussing until I actually liked the flavor of hot sauce. I remember the next summer I ordered tacos and poured hot sauce all over them in my aunt’s gaze. “This shits so fucking good right” I muttered.
I think that this film is interesting as it projects the notion that one must move around the world hiding from others. In the gambling bit, where the host discusses what it means to be in a roulette. For example, it follows what it means to win, and how one must hide their deck to win. I felt that this integrated well with how the film opened. In discussing how the roulette of the gun eventually led to his own demise.
I felt that throughout the film I wondered what direction it was going to go in. As the show seemed to go through a various amount of bits. I felt as though it was organized by tokens… to what I don’t exactly know. Overall, the film made me feel that the world is a lot more cruel than I thought it to be.
by Cortney Connolly 4 OOS. 4 more LUmkA!